Strayed before, not counting 640 planned kilometers from Stockholm, the first two hours on highways and tunnels in Oslo searching the railway station to buy a local SIM card(Oops, today on Sunday, in Norway everything is closed!), then three hours looking for an ATM to get Norwegian kroner ("No-no in our village, in our gas station here is not mini-Bank, the city here on this road, five miles away..."), we found at 9 PM camping, as it turned out later, 30 kilometres away from where we planned to spend the night. 

The dialogue called the reception for phone mistress, in the terrible English, both spoken non-native:

- Can I rent a cabin now?

- I have no cabins, what you see is a privately owned, not leased.

- Can I get a place for a tent?

- You have a tent???

- Yes we have.

- NOK 150, and you will still need tokens for the shower, 5 minutes for 20 krones.

- Where do we put the tent? You have Wi-Fi?

- Yes, I'll write you a login and password...

In the morning, after frozen was Tamara warmed up from the cold nights in the shower, and I have set up, finally, photographic equipment, we rushed to the top of our planned tour route, which was 35 miles. Passing (third time) through the roaring river with a dam and power plant, we decided that it was time, finally, to get out of the car and see everything in live, and not through the car window. 

It rained, then big, then small, it started fifteen minutes ago. Wet bushes, bypassing the private ownership, we came at last to the river downstream, but immediately realized that it was not that river, the water was a lot less and roaring was not, and we stood on the left Bank, and our river we were on the right. Had to go back, then take a right, and we first heard the sound of water, and then climbed over the slippery rocks to break of the Bank.